تَلومُshe reproaches عَلىfor هِجاءِsatirizing بَنيthe sons of كُلَيبٍKulayb
تَلومُ عَلى هِجاءِ بَني كُلَيبٍ
فَياand oh لَكَto you (exclamation) لِلمَلامَةِfor reproach مِنfrom نَواراNawar
فَيا لَكَ لِلمَلامَةِ مِن نَوارا
She reproaches me for satirizing the sons of Kulayb.
You blame me for satirizing the clan of Kulayb,
And oh, what reproach from Nawar!
Yet to blame is so unbecoming of you.
فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her أَلَمّاhave you not yet تَعرِفينيyou know me
فَقُلتُ لَها أَلَمّا تَعرِفيني
إِذاwhen شَدَّتtightened مُحافَلَتيmy contest of boasts الإِزاراthe waistcloth
إِذا شَدَّت مُحافَلَتي الإِزارا
So I said to her: Do you not yet know me
I said to her, "Do you not recognize me,
when my contest of boasts girds on its waistcloth?
When my waist-wrap is tightened in earnest?"
فَلَوfor if غَيرُother than الوَبارِthe hyraxes بَنيthe sons of كُلَيبٍKulayb
فَلَو غَيرُ الوَبارِ بَني كُلَيبٍ
هَجَونيthey satirized me ماnot أَرَدتُI wanted لَهُمfor them حِواراan exchange of words
هَجَوني ما أَرَدتُ لَهُم حِوارا
For had any but those hyraxes, the sons of Kulayb,
Had the nobles of Kulayb satirized me,
satirized me, I would have sought no exchange with them.
I'd not have engaged them in discourse.
وَلَكِنَّbut اللِئامَthe ignoble إِذاwhen هَجَونيthey satirized me
وَلَكِنَّ اللِئامَ إِذا هَجَوني
غَضِبتُI grew angry فَكانَso it was نُصرَتِيَmy defense الجِهاراopen speech
غَضِبتُ فَكانَ نُصرَتِيَ الجِهارا
But when the ignoble satirized me,
But when the vile satirize me,
I grew angry, and open speech was my defense.
I grow wrathful, and my defense turns vocal.
وَقالَتand she said عِندَat آخِرِthe end of ماwhat نَهَتنيshe forbade me
وَقالَت عِندَ آخِرِ ما نَهَتني
أَتَهجوdo you satirize بِالخَضارِمَةِwith magnanimous lords الوِباراthe hyraxes
أَتَهجو بِالخَضارِمَةِ الوِبارا
And she said, at the end of her admonition:
At the end of her reproaches she said,
Do you use magnanimous lords to satirize hyraxes?
"Would you satirize the doddering elders?"
أَتَهجوdo you satirize بِالأَقارِعِwith the Aqariʿ وَاِبنِand the son of لَيلىLayla
أَتَهجو بِالأَقارِعِ وَاِبنِ لَيلى
وَصَعصَعَةَand Saʿsaʿa الَّذيwho غَمَرَoverwhelmed البِحاراthe seas
وَصَعصَعَةَ الَّذي غَمَرَ البِحارا
Do you satirize them with the Aqariʿ and the son of Layla,
"Would you satirize the bald and the son of Layla,
and Saʿsaʿa, who overwhelmed the seas,
And old Sa'sa'ah who roamed the seas?"
وَناجِيَةَand Najiya الَّذيwho كانَتused to تَميمٌTamim
وَناجِيَةَ الَّذي كانَت تَميمٌ
تَعيشُlive بِحَزمِهِby his sound judgment أَنّىwherever أَشاراhe pointed
تَعيشُ بِحَزمِهِ أَنّى أَشارا
and Najiya, under whom Tamim used to
"And Najiyah, whose tent ropes Tameem
live by his sound judgment, wherever he pointed?
Would follow wherever they were pitched?"
بِهِthrough him رَكَزَplanted الرِماحَthe spears بَنوthe sons of تَميمٍTamim
بِهِ رَكَزَ الرِماحَ بَنو تَميمٍ
عَشِيَّةَon the evening حَلَّتِhalted الظُعُنُthe women in litters النِساراal-Nisar
عَشِيَّةَ حَلَّتِ الظُعُنُ النِسارا
Through him the sons of Tamim planted their spears
With him Tameem's spears were planted
on the evening the women in litters halted at al-Nisar,
On the eve when the hems were tucked up.
وَأَنتَwhile you تَسوقُyou drive بَهمَyoung sheep and goats بَنيthe sons of كُلَيبٍKulayb
وَأَنتَ تَسوقُ بَهمَ بَني كُلَيبٍ
تُطَرطِبُyou make herding calls قائِماًstanding تُشليyou call to الحُواراthe camel calf
تُطَرطِبُ قائِماً تُشلي الحُوارا
while you drive the lambs and kids of the sons of Kulayb,
While you harp on the clan of Kulayb,
standing, making herding calls, calling to the camel calf.
Mumbling and stammering incoherently,
فَكَيفَso how تَرُدُّyou bring back نَفسَكَyourself ياO اِبنَson of لَيلىLayla
فَكَيفَ تَرُدُّ نَفسَكَ يا اِبنَ لَيلى
إِلىto ظِربىpolecats تَحَفَّرَتِhave dug out المَغاراthe dens
إِلى ظِربى تَحَفَّرَتِ المَغارا
So how can you lower yourself, son of Layla,
How can you restrain yourself, O son of Layla,
to polecats that have dug out dens?
To a crumbling ruin with hollowed caves?
أَجَعلانَO dung beetles الرَغامِthe dust بَنيsons of كُلَيبٍKulayb
أَجَعلانَ الرَغامِ بَني كُلَيبٍ
شِرارَthe worst of الناسِpeople أَحساباًin family honor وَداراand dwelling
شِرارَ الناسِ أَحساباً وَدارا
O dung beetles of the dust, sons of Kulayb,
Do you reckon the rabble of Kulayb
worst of men in family honor and dwelling!
To be the worst of men in lineage and abode?
فَرافِعهُمso vie with them in rank فَإِنَّfor indeed أَباكَyour father يَنمىrises
فَرافِعهُم فَإِنَّ أَباكَ يَنمى
إِلىto العُلياthe heights إِذاwhen اِحتَفَرواthey dug out النِقاراthe holes
إِلى العُليا إِذا اِحتَفَروا النِقارا
Then vie with them in rank, for your father rises
Nay, lift them up, for your father aspires
to the heights when they dig out holes.
To the heights whenever the trenches are dug.
وَإِنَّand indeed أَباكَyour father أَكرَمُnobler مِنthan كُلَيبٍKulayb
وَإِنَّ أَباكَ أَكرَمُ مِن كُلَيبٍ
إِذاwhen العيدانُthe branches تُعتَصَرُare squeezed اِعتِصاراthoroughly
إِذا العيدانُ تُعتَصَرُ اِعتِصارا
And your father is nobler than Kulayb,
Your father is nobler than Kulayb
when the branches are thoroughly squeezed.
When the staffs are tightly bound together.
إِذاwhen جُعِلَthe dung beetle الرَغامِthe dust أَبوthe father of جَريرٍJarir
إِذا جُعِلَ الرَغامِ أَبو جَريرٍ
تَرَدَّدَmoved to and fro دونَoutside حُفرَتِهِhis hole فَحاراthen turned back
تَرَدَّدَ دونَ حُفرَتِهِ فَحارا
When the dust’s dung beetle, Jarir’s father,
When Abu Jarir's kin are reckoned
moves to and fro outside his hole, then turns back,
He lingers shyly by his dugout and recoils,
مِنَone of السودِthe black ones السَراعِفِthe lanky beetles ماnot يُباليhe cares
مِنَ السودِ السَراعِفِ ما يُبالي
أَلَيلاًwhether by night ماemphatic particle تَلَطَّخَhe got smeared أَمor نَهاراby day
أَلَيلاً ما تَلَطَّخَ أَم نَهارا
one of the black, lanky beetles—he does not care
Caring not whether the black bondsman
whether he gets smeared by night or by day.
Is sullied by night or by day,
لَهُhe has دُهدِيَّةٌa dung-ball إِنif خافَhe feared شَيئاًanything
لَهُ دُهدِيَّةٌ إِن خافَ شَيئاً
مِنَfrom الجِعلانِthe dung beetles أَحرَزَهاhe secured it اِحتِفاراby digging
مِنَ الجِعلانِ أَحرَزَها اِحتِفارا
He has a dung-ball; if he fears anything
For he has a gift for him should he fear aught
from the dung beetles, he secures it by digging.
From the slave chains he had covetously buried away."
Sol 6.1